Jackson Library Hours Novels & Stories

"I believe you're aware that pack matters only stay within the pack, and I hate repeating myself." There was a soft knock on the door, dividing my attention. It was Jackson with a bandaid on his nose. I'd asked him before, he said he'd gone hunting alone. He was without the suit, only wearing a crisp white shirt with grey pants. "Sir, you have a meeting in twenty minutes." He said quickly, before noticing the thick air in the room. Jackson doubled as my secretary at the office, quite reliable compared to the other knuckle heads that called themselves my board.

“Come as soon as you can.” Jackson returns the nod and exhales, long and slow, before striding down the hall towards the usual door. When he turns the handle and pushes it open, he’s not surprised to see the smaller man sitting in his chair, his laptop open before him, waiting. “McClintock,” Hank says, nodding towards the chair. “Nice to see you today.” “I’m afraid I can’t stay long, sir,” Jackson says, quietly closing the door behind him and moving to the chair, taking his seat. “We’ve had some news.”

Turns out by later, Jackson meant three hours later. The doorbell rang around 7:45. Mom and Dad were seeing a play in St. Lourdes. So I hauled my lazy ass down the stairs and looked through the peephole. It was Jack, holding a tub of popcorn. It was adorable that he'd brought it to me, but I was dressed in ratty sweatpants and a used-to-be-white camisole. I opened the door anyway, grinning out at him.

I say. "Well, she's doing her job then." Jackson says. "Alright. Well, tomorrow morning. Do you know the time?" I asked. "I arranged it for 11am? Is that alright with you?" He asked. "Yeah. That's fine with us. That will give us a chance to talk things over with our team in the morning. But Taylor is looking really tired right now. I want her to get some rest." Jackson says. "Absolutely."John said, getting out of our way.

Jackson's office number. “Hello sir,” he said. “Evan,” Mr. Jackson responded. “I have arrived. Driving in right now.” “Don’t.” Evan got surprised. “Why sir?” “We are meeting at Cairo apartments. We’ll be having a brunch meeting. Meet us here at 11am.” “We?” “Yes Evan. You’ll find us. Don’t be late,” Mr. Jackson cut the call. Evan wondered who the third person was. Initially, the meeting was between him and Mr. Jackson. He reached Cairo apartments at exactly 11am. As expected, he found Mr. Jackson waiting for him in the lobby.

"How much longer do you have here?" "A little less than seventy-two hours." "Oh, well, I still have sufficient time. I'm actually on a month's leave. Could you spare me some of your time for dinner tomorrow?" Jackson intently stared at Rinna. His lip twitched to a small side smile. Rinna rose a sleek brow in anticipation. "I'm sorry, Miss Rinna. As much as I am indebtedly gratified for coming across you. Right now, I am committed until further notice." He gently lifted his glass. "Have a great night."

Jessica turns to Jason and I asking hopefully, "Um, Jackson and I were wondering if you two would like to come over for Christmas tomorrow?" Jason looks at me and I shrug, it's his decision. "Sure mom, we'd love too. What time?" Jessica looks at Jackson who shrugs. "How about eleven in the morning?" We nod in agreement and promise to be there. They head home and Jason asks me if I want to go for our walk still. I nod, I need out of the house to think. We walk around the neighborhood and take in the view of the trees and the grasses gently coated in a white dusting.

It made Jackson nervous that Bronn might be involved, but at least the men wouldn't be coming after Chloe again until they got out of the hospital. Jackson glanced at the small clock on the lower right hand of his screen. It was almost the end of the lunch hour, and he had been in his office long enough; it would make perfect sense to anyone watching him for him to take a break. He closed his laptop and carefully locked it away. He grabbed his field jacket and went to take a walk around the compound.

After lunch, Jackson didn't drive Serenity back to her office. Instead, the Maybach pulled up in front of the most luxurious building on Fifth Avenue: The House of Winston. "Jackson, I have a meeting at 2 PM!" Serenity protested as the car stopped. "Cancel it," Jackson said, stepping out. "This is more important." Serenity noticed something strange. Usually, this jewelry store was bustling with tourists and rich shoppers. Today, it was completely empty. The security guards were standing at the door, blocking everyone else.

Jackson sat in his office, watching the clock on the wall. The clock shorthand struck three and longhand rested on twelve. "I can't take this!" Jackson yelled. He took his coat and left his office. "Hey, Kate. I am going out and won't be back until tomorrow. In case anyone visits me, do tell them that I am out of service and call me if it is important." Jackson shouted toward Kate as he left the building. The air was cold as snow fell from the sky. "Well, I will take Stevens's advice and do some daylight drinking. After all, he took my advice about telling Julie the truth." Jackson said as he entered his car.